 | Albion and Albanius |  |
The Scene is a Poetical Hell. The Change is Total. The Upper
part of the House, as well as the Side Scenes. There is the Figure
of Prometheus chain'd to a Rock, the Vulture gnawing his
Liver. Sisiphus rowling the Stone, the Belides, &c. beyond,
abundance of Figures in various Torments. Then a great Arch
of Fire. Behind this Three Pyramids of Flames in perpetual
agitation. Beyond this, glowing Fire which terminates the
Prospect.
Pluto, the Furies, with Alecto, Democracy and Zelota.
Plut.
Infernal Offspring of the Night,
Debarr'd of Heav'n your Native right,
And from the glorious Fields of Light,
Condemn'd in shades to dragg the Chain,
And fill with groans the gloomy Plain;
Since Pleasures here are none below,
Be ill our good, our joy be Woe;
Our Work t'embroil the Worlds above,
Disturb their Union, disunite their Love,
And blast the Beautious frame of our Victorious Foe.
Democ. and Zelot.
together.
Oh thou for whom those Worlds are made,
Thou Sire of all things and their end,
From hence they spring, and when they fade
In Shuffled Heaps they hither tend;
Here Humane Souls receive their Breath,
And wait for Bodies after Death.
Democ.
Hear our Complaint and grant our Pray'r.
Pluto.
Speak what you are,
And whence you fell?
Democ.
I am thy first begotten care,
Conceiv'd in Heav'n; but born in Hell,
When Thou didst bravely undertake in fight
Yon Arbitrary Pow'r,
That rules by Soveraign might,
To set thy Heav'n-born fellows free
And leave no difference in Degree,
In that Auspicious Hour
Was I begot by Thee.
Zelota.
One Mother bore us at a Birth,
Her Name was Zeal before she fell;
No fairer Nymph in Heav'n or Earth
Till Saintship taught her to rebel:
But loosing Fame
And changing Name
She's now the Good Old Cause in Hell.
Plut.
Dear Pledges of a Flame not yet forgot,
Say, what on Earth has been your lot?
Dem. and Zel.
The Wealth of Albion's Isle was ours,
Augusta stoopt with all her stately Towr's!
Dem.
Democracy kept Nobles under.
Zel.
Zeal from the Pulpit roar'd like Thunder.
Dem.
I trampled on the State.
Zel.
I lorded o're the Gown.
Dem. and Zel.
We both in Triumph sate
Usurpers of the Crown.
But oh Prodigious turn of Fate!
Heaven controuling,
Sent us rowling, rowling, down.
Plut.
I wonder'd how of late our Acherontique shore
Grew thin, and Hell unpeople'd of her Store;
Charon for want of Use forgot his Oar.
The Souls of Bodies Dead flew all Sublime,
And hither none return'd to purge a Crime:
But now I see since Albion is restor'd,
Death has no Bus'ness, nor the vengeful Sword.
'Tis too too much that here I ly
From glorious Empire hurl'd;
By Jove excluded from the Sky,
By Albion from the World.
Dem.
Were Common-Wealth restor'd again,
Thou should'st have Millions of the slain
To fill thy dark abode.
Zel.
For He a Race of Rebels sends,
And Zeal the Path of Heav'n pretends;
But still mistakes the rode.
Pluto.
My lab'ring thought
At length hath wrought
A bravely bold design,
In which you both shall joyn;
In borrow'd shapes to Earth return;
Thou Common-wealth, a Patriot seem,
Thou Zeal, like true Religion burn,
To gain the giddy Crowds Esteem.
Alecto, thou to fair Augusta go,
And all thy Snakes into her Bosom throw.
Dem.
Spare some to fling
Where they may sting
The Breast of Albion's King.
Zel.
Let Jealousies so well be mixt,
That great Albanius be unfixt!
Pluto.
Forbear your vain Attempts, forbear;
Hell can have no admittance there:
The Peoples fear will serve as well,
Make him suspected, them Rebel.
Zel.
Y'have all forgot
To forge a Plot
In seeming Care of Albion's Life;
Inspire the Crowd
With Clamours loud
T'involve his Brother and his Wife.
Alecto.
Take of a Thousand Souls at thy Command,
The basest, blackest of the Stygian band:
One that will Swear to all they can invent,
So throughly Damn'd that he can n'er repent:
One often sent to Earth,
And still at every Birth
He took a deeper stain:
One that in Adam's time was Cain:
One that was burnt in Sodom's flame,
For Crimes ev'n here too black to name:
One, who through every form of ill has run:
One who in Naboth's days was Belial's Son:
One who has gain'd a Body fit for Sin;
Where all his Crimes
Of former Times
Lie Crowded in a Skin.
Pluto.
Take him;
Make him
What you please;
For He
Can be
A Rogue with ease.
One for mighty Mischief Born:
He can Swear and be Forsworn.
Pluto and Alecto
take him, &c.
Take him, make him what you please;
For He can be a Rogue with ease.
Pluto.
Let us laugh, let us laugh, let us laugh at our Woes,
The Wretch that is damn'd has nothing to lose.
Yee Furies advance
With the Ghosts in a Dance,
'Tis a Jubilee here when the World is in trouble:
When People rebel
VVee frolick in Hell;
A single Entry of a Devil follow'd by an Entry of 12 Devils.
But when the King falls, the pleasure is double:
Chorus.
Let us laugh, let us laugh, let us laugh at our VVoes,
The VVretch that is damn'd hath nothing to lose.
Pluto, the Furies, with Alecto, Democracy and Zelota.
Plut.
Infernal Offspring of the Night,
Debarr'd of Heav'n your Native right,
And from the glorious Fields of Light,
Condemn'd in shades to dragg the Chain,
And fill with groans the gloomy Plain;
Since Pleasures here are none below,
Be ill our good, our joy be Woe;
Our Work t'embroil the Worlds above,
Disturb their Union, disunite their Love,
And blast the Beautious frame of our Victorious Foe.
Democ. and Zelot.
together.
Oh thou for whom those Worlds are made,
Thou Sire of all things and their end,
From hence they spring, and when they fade
In Shuffled Heaps they hither tend;
Here Humane Souls receive their Breath,
And wait for Bodies after Death.
Democ.
Hear our Complaint and grant our Pray'r.
Pluto.
Speak what you are,
And whence you fell?
Democ.
I am thy first begotten care,
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When Thou didst bravely undertake in fight
Yon Arbitrary Pow'r,
That rules by Soveraign might,
To set thy Heav'n-born fellows free
And leave no difference in Degree,
In that Auspicious Hour
Was I begot by Thee.
Zelota.
One Mother bore us at a Birth,
Her Name was Zeal before she fell;
No fairer Nymph in Heav'n or Earth
Till Saintship taught her to rebel:
But loosing Fame
And changing Name
She's now the Good Old Cause in Hell.
Plut.
Dear Pledges of a Flame not yet forgot,
Say, what on Earth has been your lot?
Dem. and Zel.
The Wealth of Albion's Isle was ours,
Augusta stoopt with all her stately Towr's!
Dem.
Democracy kept Nobles under.
Zel.
Zeal from the Pulpit roar'd like Thunder.
Dem.
I trampled on the State.
Zel.
I lorded o're the Gown.
Dem. and Zel.
We both in Triumph sate
Usurpers of the Crown.
But oh Prodigious turn of Fate!
Heaven controuling,
Sent us rowling, rowling, down.
Plut.
I wonder'd how of late our Acherontique shore
Grew thin, and Hell unpeople'd of her Store;
Charon for want of Use forgot his Oar.
The Souls of Bodies Dead flew all Sublime,
And hither none return'd to purge a Crime:
But now I see since Albion is restor'd,
Death has no Bus'ness, nor the vengeful Sword.
'Tis too too much that here I ly
From glorious Empire hurl'd;
By Jove excluded from the Sky,
By Albion from the World.
12
Were Common-Wealth restor'd again,
Thou should'st have Millions of the slain
To fill thy dark abode.
Zel.
For He a Race of Rebels sends,
And Zeal the Path of Heav'n pretends;
But still mistakes the rode.
Pluto.
My lab'ring thought
At length hath wrought
A bravely bold design,
In which you both shall joyn;
In borrow'd shapes to Earth return;
Thou Common-wealth, a Patriot seem,
Thou Zeal, like true Religion burn,
To gain the giddy Crowds Esteem.
Alecto, thou to fair Augusta go,
And all thy Snakes into her Bosom throw.
Dem.
Spare some to fling
Where they may sting
The Breast of Albion's King.
Zel.
Let Jealousies so well be mixt,
That great Albanius be unfixt!
Pluto.
Forbear your vain Attempts, forbear;
Hell can have no admittance there:
The Peoples fear will serve as well,
Make him suspected, them Rebel.
Zel.
Y'have all forgot
To forge a Plot
In seeming Care of Albion's Life;
Inspire the Crowd
With Clamours loud
T'involve his Brother and his Wife.
Alecto.
Take of a Thousand Souls at thy Command,
The basest, blackest of the Stygian band:
One that will Swear to all they can invent,
So throughly Damn'd that he can n'er repent:
One often sent to Earth,
And still at every Birth
He took a deeper stain:
One that in Adam's time was Cain:
13
For Crimes ev'n here too black to name:
One, who through every form of ill has run:
One who in Naboth's days was Belial's Son:
One who has gain'd a Body fit for Sin;
Where all his Crimes
Of former Times
Lie Crowded in a Skin.
Pluto.
Take him;
Make him
What you please;
For He
Can be
A Rogue with ease.
One for mighty Mischief Born:
He can Swear and be Forsworn.
Pluto and Alecto
take him, &c.
Take him, make him what you please;
For He can be a Rogue with ease.
Pluto.
Let us laugh, let us laugh, let us laugh at our Woes,
The Wretch that is damn'd has nothing to lose.
Yee Furies advance
With the Ghosts in a Dance,
'Tis a Jubilee here when the World is in trouble:
When People rebel
VVee frolick in Hell;
A single Entry of a Devil follow'd by an Entry of 12 Devils.
But when the King falls, the pleasure is double:
Chorus.
Let us laugh, let us laugh, let us laugh at our VVoes,
The VVretch that is damn'd hath nothing to lose.
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